"Alright, Boss! I'm done here, I'm leaving now!" Aoki shouted to Kuzan, waving his hand.
Kuzan looked at Aoki with a flat expression, nodding slowly. "Alright," Kuzan replied briefly, without much conversation.
Sakumo smiled widely, watching the interaction. "I'll take your worker for now, Kuzan!" he joked cheerfully.
"Damn it, get out of here, Sakumo!" Kuzan retorted, trying to look annoyed, though it was clear there was a suppressed laugh at the corner of his lips.
Aoki followed Sakumo out of the workshop. Their steps were steady and calm, leaving the hustle and bustle of the village behind. Aoki realized that Sakumo was leading him to the forest on the mountain face of Hokage, a quiet and perfect place for the training they were about to undertake.
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"Uncle Sakumo, are we going to train in the forest?" Aoki asked, confusion evident on his face.
Sakumo smiled reassuringly, "Yes, Aoki. If we train you in the usual training place, it could cause a lot of problems. And you wouldn't want to get involved in unnecessary trouble, would you?"
Aoki nodded slowly, with his characteristic flat expression. "Right, having too many problems is troublesome."
Hearing that response, Sakumo chuckled softly, amused by Aoki's demeanor. "You remind me of a member of the Nara Clan, who always avoids troublesome problems. At least, you're not a lazy kid," Sakumo said, looking at Aoki with a meaningful smile.
Aoki merely shrugged lightly. "Eh, I'm just stating the facts."
Before long, they arrived at their destination. A fairly spacious area in the middle of the forest, surrounded by tall trees, creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere.
"Alright," Sakumo said, his eyes turning serious. "We will start with the most basic fundamentals. Since your chakra is limited, you will have to rely on your physical strength and sword techniques. But before that, we will train the foundation. Now, I will teach you the most basic thing, which is swinging the sword with the correct stance."
"Okay, Uncle Sakumo," Aoki replied enthusiastically, nodding firmly.
Sakumo pulled out a katana and handed it to Aoki. "Now, try using this sword, and position yourself in the correct stance."
Aoki received the katana with both hands, then began to position his body in stance, swinging the sword with trained movements.
Sakumo observed Aoki carefully, his eyebrows slightly raised. "Hmm... have you practiced the basics of swinging a sword before?"
Aoki looked at Sakumo, a bit confused by the question. "Well, that's true, Uncle Sakumo. I have practiced stances with a sword for a long time. Is there something wrong with my stance?"
Sakumo looked at Aoki seriously, his eyes sharp. "No, it's just that your stance is very good. Because of that, I will change our training today. You have to swing the sword a thousand times in the correct position. If you make a mistake on the one hundredth or two hundredth count, then you have to start over from one again," Sakumo said bluntly.
Aoki felt his throat dry upon hearing this. He swallowed, unable to believe the training method he was about to undergo.
'Damn, does Sakumo want to kill me instead of himself? No, that can't be! But... damn, why is my life so difficult and complicated like this?' Aoki thought to himself, panic and pressure beginning to overwhelm his mind.
However, he knew he had no choice. "Uh, alright, I'll try to do it, Uncle Sakumo," Aoki mumbled, his tone low with a hint of grumbling at the beginning of the sentence.
Aoki took his stance, gripping the sword tightly. He took a deep breath and began to swing the sword with the best strength and technique he could muster. Aoki swung again and again, counting in his mind.
However, when he reached one hundred and forty, a small mistake occurred—his foot slipped slightly.
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